Chapter 1

Volume 1: Who controls the fate of 
the Crimson Lotus Prince? 

Chapter 1: Live without joy, die without fear.

In a daze, Feng Qing felt as if his soul was about to leave his body, becoming lighter and lighter—this feeling, 

it must be death! 

It doesn't really matter; a life lived in ignorance and oblivion, isn't this the best ending? 

Suddenly his face felt hot, and his consciousness drifted further:

"Qing'er, Qing'er, I'm sorry..."

"Qing'er, I am willing to use my life as a curse to give you a lifetime of happiness..."

Happiness? Feng Qing thought vaguely, what is that?

Is it like Feng Aozhu, who would rather abandon his wife and children, betray his family, and wander around 

all his life, just for a single glance from that person? 

How strange…

And he, having lived for over twenty years without awareness or knowledge, was a puppet, an assassin, 

the heir of the Feng family. 

This time, he suddenly felt a bit curious about Feng Aozhu, the person said to be his father, and yet for this 

it cost him his life.

The feeling became increasingly vague, and Feng Qing could no longer hear Feng Ao Zhu's words, 

only vaguely sensing that dying like this wasn't so bad.

……

Tears fell on that unparalleled face, and Feng Aozhu gave a bitter smile. 

For this son, he had never given anything, yet Feng Qing had never held any resentment, only indifference. 

Those merciless eyes, however, were slightly curious and puzzled about their own actions. 

Perhaps it was the bond of blood, for even though Feng Qing was cold and ruthless, he took on many troubles 

for him. What's more, the cannibalistic Feng family was destroyed in one day. 

He once asked: Why do you treat him so well?

Feng Qing just replied casually: It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, it's just what I think of doing 

in my heart.

He knew that the cold and strong Feng Qing could have survived, but he still died from a gunshot wound while 

saving him and the person beside him. He also knew that Feng Qing's actions were simply a sign that he had no 

desire to live, nor fear of death. 

However, he ultimately couldn't hold back and shed the first tear he had ever shed in memory for this 

unanticipated child. Tears fell on Feng Qing's face, and the oath was placed in his heart. 

This is his child…

If he could ensure that this tormented child, who has suffered since birth, would find happiness in the next life, 

he would be willing to bet his entire existence…

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

Floating in the air, Feng Qing watched indifferently as the people in the mortal world schemed and fought, 

living their troubled lives. 

A child came running towards him, passing straight through his body without him feeling anything. 

At this moment, he should be called a wandering soul. He could see the myriad things of this world, yet no one 

could see him. Since he became self-aware, he had been drifting aimlessly between heaven and earth, 

never seeing the so-called underworld, nor encountering any kindred spirits. 

Feng Qing just floated around the mortal world aimlessly, with no destination, no home. 

The sun was warm, and in this late April sky, if he had a flesh-and-blood body, he would surely be able to feel 

the warmth of spring. Feng Qing continued to drift, his eyes taking in the red walls and black tiles, the willow 

trees lining the banks, and the stone-paved paths bustling with people, men and women alike dressed in attire 

reminiscent of ancient Chinese. 

This was a strange time and space, and after drifting for several days, Feng Qing came to this conclusion.  He 

was unsure how he ended up here, but he was clear in his mind that, to his knowledge, humanity had never been 

through this era. 

He only knows that the country he is in now is called Canghuan, one of the major powers in this time and space. 

The wine flag fluttered slightly, and Feng Qing glanced indifferently at the bustling tavern. Occasionally, cheers 

from the crowd could be heard; it turned out that the storyteller inside was continuously narrating interesting 

anecdotes. 

The shops are bustling, there are many pavilions, and the crowd seems to be flowing in an endless stream.

This was a prosperous feudal era, like the most prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty. 

"...And speaking of that, Qin Guojiao, wherever he goes, he is always accompanied by countless followers, 

truly a case of one call and a hundred responses. Just look at last year's trip to Nanjiang, the grandeur was even 

greater than when the Emperor himself visited..."

"Rich merchants in Jiangdong are all vying to curry favor, and the wealthy families in Jiangxi are all eagerly 

flattering..."

The storyteller's voice was passionate, and he was spitting as he recounted tales of court intrigues and 

wild histories to the gathered crowd. He was currently narrating the extravagant life of the powerful Qin Gaoli 

of that era. 

Listening to people's conversations absentmindedly, Feng Qing was about to float away again. It was quite noisy 

here, which he disliked very much, so he decided to find a quiet place.

Suddenly, a faint sneer reached his ears, almost inaudible amidst the noise. If it weren't for Feng Qing drifting 

past him, he wouldn't have heard it: "The imperial power is hollowed out, the empress's family are in control, 

the world is in peril!" 

His words carried a hint of sorrow and concern. Feng Qing cast a glance and saw that he was a middle-aged 

scholar. 

Subtle sarcasm, the struggle for fame, wealth, and power—whether in ancient times or modern, in any era or

space, it remains the same.

It was said that he sacrificed his life for Feng Aozhu, but it was more accurate to say that he suddenly lost interest

 in life. After being a puppet for over twenty years, he suddenly retaliated against the Feng family, coldly watching

 the once prosperous Feng family being destroyed and collapsing, feeling utterly bored as he manipulated and 

applauded.

He couldn't deny that Feng Aozhu's abundant emotions and vibrant vitality made him somewhat puzzled. 

In this life, he had rarely had the intention to help someone, but in the end, he was killed by the remnants of 

the Feng family. 

So... if you want to survive, you can't leave your opponent any chance, and of course, it's best not to meddle in

others' affairs. However, he never regretted dying like this.

As a wandering soul drifts in this new space-time, a strange journey indeed. Although it is not exciting, 

it is still slightly fresh. Suddenly, a towering wall looms before him, and outside the crimson iron gate are layers 

of guards.

Here... 

Feng Qing carefully observed, watching the guards patrolling from time to time, then looking at the magnificent

buildings, and understood in his heart. This place must be where the royal nobles reside. Judging by the scene,

it should be something like a royal palace or a prince's residence. 

Floating towards the heavily guarded area, a plaque on the crimson door suddenly came into Feng Qing's view,

revealing three large characters dancing like dragons and phoenixes amidst a lotus totem: 

Imperial Study.

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

On the wooden chair with a red lotus totem, a young man with a slightly pale complexion sat upright, his eyes 

slightly lowered, deep in thought. Upon closer inspection, the young man's features were exquisite, with a blue 

lotus flower on his forehead, resembling the lotus totems seen throughout the palace.

According to modern standards, the lotus, or more precisely, the red lotus totem, can be considered the national 

emblem of the Canghuan Kingdom.

Feng Qing floated in the imperial study, watching the young emperor and the kneeling shadow guard with some 

interest. For the past few days, he had been staying in the palace of the Canghuan Kingdom, passing the empty 

and lengthy time. Initially, he found it somewhat strange that this emperor resembled Feng Aozhu, but later, he 

became somewhat intrigued by the power struggles and intrigues between the emperor and his ministers.

The emperor in front of him was barely thirty years old, but he was calm and resourceful, with quick thinking. 

This was why he was able to slowly establish his own secret power in a court which was struggling under the rule

of the empress's family. 

Having pride without arrogance, having ambition without showing it—this emperor is indeed rare. For this reason,

Feng Qing secretly admires him a bit and thus chooses to stay in this palace to observe. 

Looking at the emperor again, Feng Qing knew that given time, this emperor would eventually achieve his 

ambitions. It's just that... the royal heirs are a problem.

During these days in the palace, Feng Qing knew that except for a princess, the emperor had no other children in 

the palace. The reason was that the queen and the dowager empress's relatives were secretly scheming. 

The royal family is indeed a dirty place.

"And, how is Concubine Hui?" the emperor finally said.

"Back to the emperor, the Yan family is rushing to Jiangdong to protect Concubine Hui and the newborn prince. 

We will contact Immortal Penglai soon."

"Well," the emperor said coldly, "Be sure to protect the young prince. In the future, he will be our Crown Prince 

of Canghuan, and even more so, he will be your ruler!"

"At your command!" 

"Have all the orphans from the Lan family massacre been found?" 

"Reporting to Your Majesty, they have all been located." 

"In ten years, those who survive will be the Crown Prince's personal guards. Train them well!" 

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Feng Qing secretly admired that this emperor was indeed ruthless 

and decisive, and was also a master of political maneuvering.

Those relatives by marriage will eventually fall apart one day. Feng Qing thought to himself, and suddenly felt his 

body become heavy, his consciousness fading, the conversations around him becoming increasingly faint, until he 

completely lost awareness. 

The night wind is cold and cold, and on the outskirts of Jiangdong Lincheng, the mountains are filled with blood!

 

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